Page 69 of Single Mom's Bikers

Before I can press, she kisses me. Not the playful kisses from before—this is heat and need and distraction.

“Trying to shut me up?” I murmur against her lips.

“Is it working?”

Her hands slide under my shirt, fingers plucking my nipples. When she pushes the fabric up, I let her strip it off.

“These arms,” she says appreciatively. “Maybe your fans have a point.”

I lift her onto the counter, stepping between her thighs. “Don’t need fans. Just need you.”

She makes quick work of my belt, her fingers deft and eager, while I push that stolen shirt higher up her thighs. The sight of her like this—bare except for my clothes, skin still flushed from earlier—makes my cock throb, a sharp ache of need.

“Bedroom,” she gasps when I slip my hand between her thighs and feel how wet she already is. Her hips buck against my fingers. “Don’t want to wake the girls.”

“Good point,” I murmur, but I don’t stop teasing her. My thumb circles her clit, just to hear her gasp again.

“Chase…” Her voice has that edge of warning, but her body tells a different story—hips rocking, thighs trembling.

I grin and scoop her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. The shirt rides up further as I carry her to the bedroom.

She nips at my jaw on the way, her breath hot against my skin, and it takes everything I have not to throw her down right there in the hallway.

Once we reach her room, I set her on the bed. She lies back, legs parted just enough to tempt, and I swear I forget how to breathe for a second.

I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. “Tell me what you want, Evie.” My voice is rough, the need clawing at my control.

“You.” She arches beneath me, pulling me closer with her legs. “Just you.”

But I’m not in any rush. Not this time. I want to take my time and savor every inch of her. My lips find hers first, slow and deep, before trailing down her jaw.

I release her wrists, letting my hands roam. Her skin is soft, warm, and alive under my touch. I slide the shirt off her, exposing her completely.

My palms skim over her ribs, the curve of her waist, and her hips. She shivers when I kiss my way down, pausing at her breasts to trace her nipples with my tongue.

“Chase,” she moans, her hands tangling in my hair.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, my lips brushing her skin.

I take my time, tasting every inch of her, but my hands are never still. Her thighs quiver when I trail kisses down her stomach, my fingers brushing against the inside of her knees before sliding higher.

“Chase…”

“Shh,” I murmur, pressing a kiss just above her pussy. My hands stroke her thighs, easing the tension there. “Just loving every part of you.”

My tongue flicks over her clit, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed.

Her hands fist in the sheets, her thighs trembling as I tease her. Slow strokes of my tongue, alternating with gentle suction, have her moaning my name.

“Chase, please,” she pleads, her voice breaking.

I don’t stop until she’s right on the edge, her body tensing beneath me, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. Onlythen do I pull back, climbing over her again and capturing her lips in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger.

When I finally slide into her, she’s so wet and tight it feels like she’s trying to pull me deeper, refusing to let me go.

The heat of her wraps around me, overwhelming and perfect, and for a moment, I have to stop, my forehead pressed to hers, just to keep myself from losing it too fast.

Her legs tighten around my waist, urging me on. “Don’t stop,” she breathes, her voice trembling but firm.

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